I ride along in this carriage on the way to see Dracula. Me name’s Desmond Pegg, I’m a reporter for the “Liverpool Times”.  The year is 1889, not very many people may order newspapers at this time, but it’s a growing industry and the pay’s good. I’ve traveled all the way to Transylvania to see this Dracula chap. He claims to be a vampire, which some people just think a vampire is just a myth. Me boss has sent me here, to get a story on this chap. It’s bloody dreary outside. I see a pack of crows in the distance. They are all standing on these dead-like trees with no leaves. The weather here is dreary, which is just how I like it. As I write in this journal, I’m not all that nervous about meeting this chap, but me spine’s tingling as I see the dark, big castle in the distance. Castle Dracula I believe it’s called. I heard warnings from all the villagers when I first arrived in the city, they say to leave now. Personally, I think this is all bloody idiotic, but I’ll interview the chap. Ah, here we are Castle Dracula.

   I put up the journal, and step out of the carriage. I give the driver some money, and he takes off in a hurry. Bloody village idiot, I thought to me self. I walked up to the castle’s big doors, and they swung right open. I walked inside, and there in front of me I saw Dracula for the first time in me life. He was awfully pale, and had the longest fingernails I had ever seen. “Velcome to Castle Dracula.” He spoke in a thick Romanian accent. “Thanks,” I replied back to him. “Vould you like to join me for dinner?” I replied sharply, “Sure.” He said, “Follow me.” He led me through a dark hallway, into a dimly lit dining room. I saw a long table covered with bowls and trays of food. I also saw three beautiful women seated at the table. I asked, “Who are they?” He replied with a grin, “Those three are me wives.” I noticed they looked very deathly pale. I also began to see inside Dracula’s mouth, and noticed two very large fang-like teeth. He said, “So, Sir…” I replied, “Desmond Pegg.” I shook hands with Dracula, and his hand was very cold. He seated me at the front of the table, and he sat right beside me. I asked, “Who prepared the meal?” Dracula gave me a little grin. “I guess you could say I did myself. I hope you like it.” I asked, “What is it?” He said, “Soup.” “I love soup.” I peered down at the bowl that I was just handed. The “soup” was all red. I said with alarm, “Bloody Hell!” Dracula said, “What?” “That’s not soup, that’s blood.” Dracula started laughing. He said, “Sorry about that. I forgot you humans don’t drink blood. We have some bread here if you want some.” “Sure,” I said. Anything but blood, I thought. He must be an actual vampire. Think of the fame I’ll be able to get with this story. Myth Proven True, I can see this on the front page. While I was dreaming of fame and glory, I was also a bit worried about where Dracula got all that blood from. Dracula handed me a plate of bread. I said, “Thanks.” “You’re Velcome,” He replied back. He continued, “So, how long do you plan to stay here at Castle Dracula?” I replied, “About two days. Me boss wants this story to be huge, which it probably will be.” “So you do believe I am a vampire?” I replied, “Of course. You drink blood, I don’t know very many chaps who do that.” I started laughing, but Dracula didn’t join in. Dracula called aloud, “Trisha, come over here.” One of Dracula’s wives walked up to him in a zombie-like trance. “Will you show Mister Pegg to his room?” “Yes Count Dracula.” I got out of my chair, and she led me upstairs. When I thought we were out of earshot of Dracula I asked, “Do you ever feel weird that you’re just one of three brides Dracula has?” “Here is your room.” She said it like a hypnotised person, I thought. She walked off in a zombie-like manner, and left me at the door of the room. A bit creepy here, I thought. Oh well, this should make me a rich chap. I opened the big door, and entered the room. The room was quite big with a king-sized bed, a big window, a dresser with a big mirror, and a door which I supposed led to a closet. I dropped me bags and walked over to the big window. The view consisted of several dead trees, and an impressive sight of the small village. I opened the dresser drawers and put me clothes inside them. I stayed up till midnight writing in my journal. I then went to sleep. That night, I had a weird dream in which a bat flew in from the big window and charged me. I had woke up when the bat charged me, and thought I saw a shadow of a man walking through the door. The next morning, I got up and went to the dining room table for breakfast. I saw red wine on the table and took a sip of it. I spit it out quickly. Dracula saw me and started laughing. “I see you’ve had your first taste of blood.” I replied, “That tasted horrible.” “You get used to the taste after awhile. Have some tea.” He handed me a cup of hot tea. “Thanks, I love hot tea.” He said, “Figured you would.” I asked, “What’s for breakfast?” He replied, “Since, I don’t think humans enjoy blood that much, I had me wives make toast for you.” I replied happily, “Thanks.” I sat down at the table, and finished eating the toast. Throughout the whole meal Dracula stared at me. “So, I’ve been wondering why this place seems so dark all the time?” Dracula said coolly, “I like it dark.” I replied weakly, “Okay.” “We vampires don’t like sunlight.” I asked, “Well, what else do vampires not like?” He answered back, “Oh, garlic, holy water.” “What could kill a vampire?” He stared at me wickedly and calmly said, “What makes you think I’d tell you that?” He turned around making his long black cape swish in the air, and walked off. What a strange chap, I thought. This bloody place gives me the creeps. I can’t wait to leave for Liverpool tomorrow. I got up from the table, and walked outside. It was another dreary day. The crows were flying about everywhere, the dead trees I had seen yesterday looked deader. After a couple of hours of walking around, I walked back to the castle. That night, I stayed up again till midnight writing in me journal. I went to bed peacefully that night. The next morning while I was packing my bags, my curiosity got the best of me and I opened the closet door. I was horrified to see inside it the mangled bodies of several pale men. I immediately closed the closet door in fright, and I put me hand over my mouth. Dracula was not only a vampire, he was also a bloody murderer. Dracula walked in through the doorway of the room. “Good morning Mister Pegg.” I stuttered, “Good morning ccccooouuunnttt Draculllaa.” I backed up against the closet in fright. Dracula started walking toward me. He said, “I don’t think you’ll be leaving vere Mister Pegg Ha-Ha.” He started laughing evilly, revealing his two front sharp teeth. I suddenly remembered the myth on vampires. I remembered what killed them. Sunlight will kill them. I ran to the window, and pulled the shades up. Immediately the morning sunlight shone through the window. I never thought I’d be this happy to see sunlight. Once Dracula saw the sunlight he started backing away in fright. Seeing that this would probably be my only chance at killing Dracula, I yanked the rope that pulled the curtains off the window. I swung the rope, and it wrapped around a sharp, metal candlestick. I swung the candlestick connected with the rope at Dracula, and it hit him directly in the chest. I yanked the cord, and I pulled Dracula with it into the sunlight.  Dracula caught on fire from the sunlight, and quickly burned to ashes. I stood there just staring at the ashes in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I had actually slain a vampire. I walked around the rest of the castle looking for the brides, I couldn’t find them but I saw ashes all in their rooms. I guess killing Dracula who was sort of their King, made them burn into ashes as well. I walked out of the castle with me bags, and I stared at it. What a creepy and terrifying place, I thought. I destroyed the evil of the castle. I turned around, and walked the long path back to the village. When I got to the village, I got a carriage to take me to a harbor where a ship was leaving for Liverpool.

  Back in Liverpool, I made my way to the “Liverpool Times” newspaper office. I had finished the article on Dracula, and I also had filled up my whole journal about my adventures with Dracula. I looked around the offices, and noticed nobody was around. I saw a light on in my boss’s office. I walked over to where he was. “ ‘Ello Sir.” He was typing at his desk. “ ‘Ello Desmond. Did you write the Dracula story?” “Yes, I have it. I also have a whole journal about my experience there. I’m thinking about publishing it.” “Oh, really.” He stopped typing, and looked up at me. He asked, “Hey, do you want to go to the park? I’m about to close the office.” I replied, “Sure.” He closed up his office, and we walked outside to a nearby park. It was a cold night. I asked, “So, what do you think of my idea of getting me journal published?” He replied, “I think it’s a great idea.” I said, “Thanks.” We walked out of the park, and the boss stopped in front of an alleyway. “It won’t happen Desmond.” “What do you mean?” He replied, “I won’t let it happen.” He pulled out a knife, and stabbed me in the stomach with it.

“Why, mate?”

“Why did you think I sent you to Transylvania? I wanted your information for meself.”

He continued stabbing me. I started to feel very woozy and weak.

“I’m stealing your journal, and I’m publishing it under my name. You fell for me trick, Desmond. Ha-Ha.”

I fell to the ground, and lay there dying. The boss dragged me in the alley. He threw the knife in a garbage can, and left me in the alley for dead. If I could come back to life, the first thing I would do is kill that chap. That bloody bastard, Mister Stoker. He went on to write “Dracula”, made tons of money, my money. I curse you to Hell, Bram Stoker. I laid on the ground, and a couple of minutes later I went into me final sleep.

Author's Note:

I absolutely love this bloody story. In my opinion this is the best story in the collection. Sure, maybe the way Desmond kills Dracula is idiotic, but other than that the story is excellent. A great plot, great dialogue, great characters, and an excellent twist ending prove this story to be a masterpiece. The idea came because I wanted to make a story involving Dracula. The original ending had Van Helsing posing as Desmond who kills Dracula. As you can see that bloody ending sucked, so I came up with the new and much better ending that I am very pleased with, this is definitely me favourite of the whole collection.